Star Wars General: Impossible Dream Edition
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Post about everything Star Wars. All RPGs, D6, D20, Saga, EoTE, AoR, books, adventures, LEGO, writefaggotry, EYE LASERS, X-wing and the LCG
EoTE and AoR books
D6 Star wars books
Force and Destiny Playtest/Beta:
Rune Quest Star Wars
SW visual guides
http://www.mediafire.com/download/k d7b7x0fbs0vvh6/Star+Wars+Ep+1+Visua l+Guide.pdf
http://www.mediafire.com/download/7 by8b09bo8kb6og/Star+Wars+Ep+3+Visua l+Guide.pdf
http://www.mediafire.com/download/8 k9jo82ro2kmp8f/Star+Wars+Eps+4-6+Vi sual+Dictionary.pdf
http://www.mediafire.com/download/m 7ou1gv3jo94hnj/Star+Wars+Ultimate+V isual+Guide.pdf
Deckplans and such
EoTE alphabet resource
most of the ships that I have statted:
Shipfag's Ugly Starfighter Creation System
EotE character generator:
EoTE Dice app
The Wildlife of Star Wars: a Field Guide
X-wing Writefag, Questanon and Shipfag's rules of the NJO
Daily Reminder that they will never make this show
Assassin School Quest 3
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You are Layla Miller, committee of patricide and assassin in training. Currently you're watching the CQC teacher dodge fake mortars while screaming insults, well at least you assume he's screaming insults, You can't really hear him over the fake mortars. Mr.Fraust meanwhile is laughing, his one arm thrown back into the air.
"LAYLA" You hear a familar voice shout.
"Oh hey Maria" you say turning around. Your roommate looks like she just woke up judging from the state of her hair and clothing "I didn't expect you to take this class"
"What?" She says sounding slightly confused "No, I was just looking for you"
"Why?" you ask "Do you need someone dead or something?"
"No, it's just that" she says "well, you were stabbed three days ago and". You stand up, interrupting her.
"I remember, I just don't see what is has to do with anything" You say. Maria hits her forehead with a heavy sigh
"Look, your wound isn't healed completely yet" She says "You shouldn't be moving around to much"
"But I was released from the infirmary" You say "So I should be alright"
"that's because you defied all laws of medical science and survived having who knows what drugs put into you" She says "You shouldn't be walking around three days after being stabbed, yet alone working with explosive".
"Well as long as I'm careful, i'll be alright" You say turning back to Mr.fraust and the mortar show. Suddenly however, Maria grabs you by your shoulders and begins dragging you back.
"Hey" You shout "What are you doing, let go!"
"Making sure you don't get yourself hurt" She says "No stop struggling, you'll just open the wound up".
"HELP" You shout "MY ROOMMATE IS KIDNAPPING ME".
"Oh just be quite, this is for your own good Layla" She says ignoring your flailing around. She was surprisingly strong, and you were unable to free yourself from her grip.
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Let's get our creative juices flowing, /tg/. In this thread, you will first create a non-magical item found in the location named by the person you respond to. Then, you will name another location to find an item. Make these items things that your players either want to keep or are interesting enough to remember. They can be weapons, armors, treasures, or anything really, so long as it isn't magical.
>HARD MODE: No complex mechanics.
Location: Found at the top of an old wizard's tower, forgotten in a corner and covered in dust.
A Tale Of Witches: Chapter Twenty (Quest)
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Ask.fm http://ask.fm/ConvictCyborg (Way, way, WAY too much lore in there)
Current Medium update: https://medium.com/@ATaleOfWitches/dialogues-on-magic-truth-82cf8b09084
"Nobody ever looked back on their life saying 'If only I had been less rightous'". --Unknown.
I am Maria of Antioch, a house also known as The Seekers. Right now, all I'm seeking is a way to escape! Let me explain. The other day my friend -cause that's what she is- and I travelled to the realm of AKAZU, talked to its priest and finally found forgiveness.
It was a big adventure all of its own, but after we returned it turned out that our journey had changed us in ways we'd not forseen!
[X] Focus on existing in the now and then, here and there
[X] Attempt to use one of my rites to focus
[X] Keep Eriadne close. Do NOT let her fade away.
[X] Make sure she's ACTUALLY all-right.
[X] "Could someone PLEASE get a teacher?"
"Wars are started with weapons and won with strenght of mind". If there's one thing I can't allow it's letting panic take over now. It won't help Eriadne, it won't help my other friends, and even I will be swept away if I allow my beating heart to overrule my thoughts!!
Dead Gods Quest 30
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It's time for Dead Gods!
Season: Early winter
Year: Post-creation 3975, post-Collapse 3008
Crime rate: Unsustainable
For old threads, look here! http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Dead%20Gods%20Quest
NOTE THAT QUEST 22 WAS NOT ARCHIVED, IT CAN BE DOWNLOADED HERE: http://www.mediafire.com/download/7g6zn4rhzwnaw5e/22.zip
For updates, check twitter! @Someone_else___
Elsa's Character Sheet! http://pastebin.com/ezsJzAWG
Resident artist: Eversor_
This is Tarsh, the world of Dead Gods. On Tarsh, the Pantheon is stretched to the breaking point by the deaths of all but three of its dozens of members, with the remaining members largely serving advisory roles when they appear to mortals at all.
In this quest, you assume the life of Elsa Ledren, a young Sergeant in the Skirmishers of the Auxiliaries, the support forces of the Royal Army of Cender. You were on a long-term assignment’s first leg when you were attacked and killed in the forest. Your divine Pantheon member, Asa, brought you back to life with a mission: track down and kill the people responsible for trafficking the ancient magic weapon that killed you and your men. You discovered a large conspiracy to traffic and use these ancient weapons, and have been stealthily – or not – killing them off. In previous threads, you knocked off ten of the thirteen conspirators, but the remaining three now know exactly who you are, and are preparing for battle.
In the origins of the world, there were fourteen gods, and each created a race in their image. Yours, the elves, were created by Mai’te, who then created two demigods, a man and a woman, to liaise with the people, and also created the Heralds. These were normal mortals endowed with some of the powers of the demigods, and able to telepathically communicate with Mai'te, her children, and each other.
Macross 2054 Quest 9
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The year is 2054. It had been fourteen years since the 24th Macross Class Emigration Fleet, the Macross Avalon, had departed from Earth. Aboard were over five million souls.
You were one such soul and everyone called you Pecker. If curious eggheads weren’t annoying and troublesome, you wouldn’t know what was. You would know. Your father was one. It didn’t help that your current mission was getting more complicated by the minute. Originally you were tapped in for some secretive convoy protection. That was simple. It turned out that the convoy, and principle, in question was a transport/mobile laboratory. That didn’t raise any eyebrows. Then they started chattering about some problems on their end. That was where you volunteered to go check it out. Maybe you shouldn’t have and let either Huck or Baker check it out instead.
Atop a table sat what looked like boiling tar in a large beaker. It wasn’t under a flame or anything. It was just sitting in a beaker. You were almost afraid to ask what exactly it was but you did. The answer they gave you was that it was a GAME specimen. You remembered that the Avalon and Spacy had managed to capture some samples a little while ago. It fulfilled the whole gelatinous and amorphous parts of its name alright but it didn’t seem mechanical. Whatever you thought, it clearly was, given that it was messing with the mass spectrometer that was aboard. Clearly it was producing some kind of signal. To make things worse something in had fallen over.
It was the crust sample from the BK-201 planetoid you were currently on. More specifically, the glass container it was put it had fallen and the crust sample was nowhere to be seen. Of course the scientists, or at least, the one responsible for it, were going to get to the bottom of the mystery. Meanwhile, you were going to,
>Help them search for the missing crust sample
>Ask the scientists about their part of the mission
Weekend Smut part 2
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Djinn of Lewdness edition
All word and pixel /tg/-related lewdness is welcome here, so long as the rules are followed. Writefags, consider pastebin/1d4chan rather than dumping for long stories. Drawfags with uncensored pictures need to host their images offsite and link to them. For those of you visiting from other boards, err on the side of censorbars and spoilers if you're hesitant.
People especially appreciate it when you give them meaningful feedback and criticism, so make sure to do so. It's easy and both writefags and drawfags will love you for it.
In any case, enjoy! Remember to play nice and that all contributions and requests are welcome!
Crusader Quest: In Nomine Patris
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character sheet: http://pastebin.com/rZQ8vVBd
previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=crusader+quest
Thread 5 didn't archive fully: http://archive.moe/tg/thread/34542810/#q34542810
It is the Year of Our Lord, 1134.
You are Wilhelm of Koblenz, and you have just smashed a small force of Seljuq Turks on the road to Jerusalem. Having gathered your supplies and men together, you march the rest of the way to the Holy City unmolested, your men drunk and cheerful on the wine of victory.
As you approach the gates of Jerusalem you are assaulted by the sight of pilgrims, dirty and unwashed, mounting holy sigils and remains of their fellow pilgrims high in the air as they cry out at the walls.
You spy the golden Dome of the Rock at the top of the Temple Mount, a shimmering beacon as if God himself had set it as a light house to guide the faithful to his city.
Walls, tall and commanding, give shelter to the city, but high towers beak over their surface. It is truly one of the great cities, built up from the days of the Romans, and improved by every occupier, making it a home worthy for Christ.
"Jerusalem!" you cannot help but say it, and they rip from the lips of all your party, a prayer shared by Christian and Muslim alike. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
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So something happened today /tg/.
Our party was killed by three skeletons. Three.
This was 100% the outcome of dice rolls, everyone agrees. DM rolled in front of his screen and got four crits, and didn't miss hardly anything. None of the party rolled above a ten.
We were all level one, it was the second session of a whole new campaign. We were just getting to the good stuff.
The whole party is leaning towards just starting a new campaign. New setting, characters, story, etc
If this happened to you, how would you feel about your characters "getting rescued" so you could continue?
>party dies on level one
>Deus Ex Machina, or start a new campaign?
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I'm sick and tired of this shit. SICK AND TIRED.
Just because I'm a fucking Lich doesn't mean I'm evil, alright?! Just because I stuck my soul in a recipient and filled myself with negative energies to make myself immortal, DOESN'T FUCKING MEAN I'M EVIL!
I just wanted to become immortal you fuckers. That's all. Live forever and I didn't bother to do it the long, boring way. WHAT ?! MY HOUSE WAS BUILT ON A FUCKING GRAVEYARD! WAS I NOT SUPPOSE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ALL THIS DEATH-ENERGY AROUND ?!
"OHHHHH, IT'S A CRIME AGAISNT THE GODS!" you said. Well FUCK THE GODS. Half of them can't even spell "heresy" and the other half are fighting over a piece of chocolate or a random magical object they like. FUCK THE GODS. They just think it's bad because they don't like the possibility that I might EAT THEM and stop their shennanigans.
Sure, the fucking Elves can become immortal. The fucking Priests can become immortal. If the guy that lives in the fucking Graveyard tries to do it, everyone loses their shits. I'm not the fucking bad guy around here! I'm the one who has been living with the goddamn undead since I could walk; I'm the one who keeps getting his home invaded by adventures right during fucking tea time! I'm the one, whom the only friend in the world is the GODDAMN GRIM-RIPPER (no offense Bob).
I just wanted to live forever... and do some cool magic on the side. See this fucking library ? I only wanted to live forever and stay here, reading my fucking books. Maybe even do some good thought through evil means... like uniting a strifed nation through war and famine...shit like that.
But yeah... I'm the evil guy... you better fucking kill me then... if you can find my fucking phylactery, good luck with that.